The First Thousand Three Hundred and Tenth Chapter, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Seven)
Ye Yanhan could actually dodge, but for some reason, he didn't dodge, he just let it go, yes, let the girl push him down.
Night Yanhan thought,
He is crazy.
Seeing Ye Yanhan's figure sinking down, his heart skipped a beat.
Ye Yanhan doesn't know how to water?
She swam over, embraced the noble and handsome man, and pressed the cool tip of her tongue against his lips.
water,
There is water all around.
Ye Yanhan could feel that his consciousness was a little blurred, and his body was sinking.
Is it going to die?
He didn't care about life and death, never.
It seemed worth it to die in her hands.
Ye Yanhan didn't struggle, not at all, just let himself sink down.
It was just that the originally dark and cold aura was suddenly replaced by a warm aura.
And then, there is no consciousness...
The three figures fell into the pool, and white light appeared.
In an instant, the entire pool was wrapped up.
Antique room, pasted wedding invitations, red bed curtains.
Apparently it was a candle night in the bridal chamber.
Ranbai opened his eyes again and found himself in a fiery red room.
Ranbai lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the wedding dress he was wearing.
The head is a little dizzy, and a little drunk, probably just drinking.
She stood at the door and looked at a person sitting on the mattress.
She was also wearing a wedding dress and covering her head, like a bride sitting there quietly.
Dyeing white: "..."
Meow meow meow?
She seemed to have experienced something incredible.
Suddenly,
The beautiful man who was sitting there quietly and motionless suddenly lifted his hijab with his slender and white hands, revealing a beautiful face.
Ye Yanhan faced a completely unfamiliar fantasy, even the fragmented ink hair could not hide the fleeting emotions in his eyes, he lightly pursed his pale thin lips, and his unwavering gaze fell on the dyed white body. silence.
Ranbai looked at Ye Yanhan's face, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Where is this?" Ye Yanhan asked.
soon,
Ye Yanhan also noticed the difference in his own voice.
In the modern world, Ye Yanhan's voice is clear and indifferent, the kind of coldness and alienation that comes out of his bones.
And now... it's obviously a little softer.
Don't overdo it when dyeing white, look down, no, hold back, can't laugh!
"I don't know either." Ranbai replied calmly, her voice was as gentle as jade, very nice, with a hint of a smile.
"However, we should have crossed." Ranbai said with a twist.
Ranbai looked at Ye Yanhan innocently, with a face as delicate as jade, and said patiently, "Have you read the novel?"
"No." Ye Yanhan frowned, pursed his lips lightly, and uttered a word indifferently.
Dianbai raised his eyes with forty-five degrees of sadness, and his fair neck was raised with a graceful arc.
"I suggest you... take a look in the mirror." Ranbai touched Ye Yanhan's face, and the corner of his lips couldn't restrain a smile.
Ye Yanhan: "..."
The young president, lightly pursing his pale lips, came to the bronze mirror calmly.
His eyes narrowed.
The face is still the same face, and the face is still Ye Yanhan's face in modern times.
only,
What's with the heavy makeup on top? Simply unrivaled.
Ye Yanhan: "..."
He finally knew.
Why did the dyed white just now couldn't help laughing.
White coughed lightly.
I'm sorry, she really didn't mean it, didn't mean to laugh.
In fact, this body wanted to laugh, but she couldn't control it.
Feng Luo: "..."
Host, what about morals?